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  3. So, yeah, his first impulse was to leap forward, scream something appropriately bad ass and launch himself through the portal where he was sure there was a million aliens waiting to kill him and he would battle all epic-like atop some alien pyramid-like structure, knocking them all down as they rose to slay him. Like some bad-ass King of the Hill game. So why didn't he? Laurie and Clare. They weren't holding him back, he was hold them together. Sure, Laurie was doing great, and Clare was... well, asleep... but even in his few short weeks with the Irregulars (which he still argued made them out to have irritable bowel syndrome) he'd been trained, briefed, and pushed to a few of his limits by his team mates. Sarah was especially hard on him, and that was several hours more of being ran through the mud and healing scrapes and bruises than Laurie had been through. She was tough, but she still needed him. "Huh." He accidentally said a bit louder than he'd intended. Maybe that's how it works, he thought silently to himself, keeping it off the guild chat. The hero gig... just... being there for people when the need you to be. When they need you to be. Staying strong so they can see that strength and be strong too... that's deep, Dev. Way deep. "What?" Laurie asked, her were eyes locked on the portal, waiting to see if anyone(thing) stepped through. "Oh, uh, nothing, grunting," He shifted Clare's weight. "Her new boobs add like an extra hundred pounds." She scoffed at him. "You never take anything seriously, do you? Devin, we could die up here, or, or worse." Slumping Clare over his shoulder Devin reached out and took Laurie's hand. His thumb gently caressed the back of her palm. He breathed calmly and looked her in the eyes. "We're going to be fine." His words were spoken with such conviction that they could have lifted them up carried them home, were such a thing possible. "I'm not letting anything happen to you or Clare. We're going to find away, trust me." He was doing it again, being irresistible and attractive, and confident... but she pulled her mind from high school crushes, rivalries, she meant rivalries... and focused on the situation at hand. "It's not closing and nothing has come through... should we?" "Better than staying here with Tons-of-Jugs on my shoulder." He mused. "Come on, it'll be an adventure." "This is a terrible idea, and I'm saying it aloud so that when this whole thing blows up in our face I can say 'I told you so' and hold against you for the rest of our agonizingly short lives." She took back her hand and used it to punch him in the arm. "If you get me killed Devin Jauntsen, I'm gonna kick your ass." They both smiled as they walked towards the portal, each staying strong for the other despite how badly they wanted to freak out and yell and scream and run away. He remembered that night at school when Laurie agreed to help him with his Sean problem. Sitting there by the lockers they made a pact, two strangers that really only knew each other in passing. That was the start of this... the start of the scent of he hair sending a chill through his shoulders, the start of her smiles and him always looking for one more to steal, the start of her eyes causing him to get caught staring at her at the gaming table, the start of her touch being the warmth he'd rely on to become the strength they'd need. He once again offered her his hand and smiled softly. "Fuck it." She managed a worrisome smile and then it widened with confidence. "Fuck it." Hand in hand, they attempted to make their way through the portal...
  4. In fact, causing it to emit light only made Curtis marvel at it the more. "Wow. ...It's..." Oh, she wanted to know who it was. Curtis cudgeled his brain back into order. "I'm Curtis Shane, and I'm going to be a student here. Like you, I imagine. As for why... well, it's clearly not an ordinary stone. Is it by chance viridian?"
  5. Na'Atem blinked at the strangely bold young man and glanced down at her necklace, her hand idly rubbing the stone. "Huh? Oh. It's, uh, a very old family heirloom. Some to remind me of them." she said with just a hint of an accents that was hard to place. She could see his interest in it, and she certainly did not want people looking too closely at the stone, so she wrapped her hand around it and tugged at an arcane thread, causing it to emit light in a flash, small shafts of which escaped between her fingers. Cautiously, she brought a specific spell matrix to mind, considering how to thread it to make a swift exit if needed. Step Between Worlds... Form of Mist... Invisibility... any of them would likely do if needed. "Why? Who are you?" she asked, uncertain about his intentions.
  6. Kaze paused after Rin's little speech and couldn't help but wince internally. He supposed now might be as good a time as any to bring up the Mask and his own thoughts on the matter. If Zoyu's response earlier was any indication, she would likely not be pleased with some of the conclusions he had come to. But still, it would keep a few minutes more as Tisuri began his own story. It was the sort of story that the courts lived for. He could only imagine what the gossip would have been like at the time it was actually happening, lips curving into a slight sneer before he schooled his expression once more. His own distaste for the Courtiers power games coming to the fore. They had their place, to be sure, but it didn't mean that he enjoyed it, and wouldn't avoid it like the plague if he could manage it. But he was getting distracted. For Eiji to have not only met an apparent Gaijin woman, but to go so far as to bring her to your home, let alone marry her. That would have sent the entire hive into an uproar. Both within the clan and beyond. There was a certain respect he could have for something like that, to go so blatantly against the clans wishes took some steel in ones spine. He could feel a certain respect for that. Though he still felt slightly conflicted about it. He wondered what he would do in the same situation? Something to be thought on later. No point in borrowing problems where they did not currently exist. Either way, he could admit to having some pride in being able to call both of them ancestors. He would need to take some time over the next while to properly thank them. The festival had been unfortunately interrupted, so he hadn't gotten the chance. Usually, no aid was required in offering thanks to ones ancestors, but perhaps Kageko would be willing to help out once she was rested. HE wanted to do something a little more official to demonstrate his thanks. "Well, I find myself somewhat thankful that they were less than successful, all things considered." he silently toasted Tisuri, a wry smile adorning his features "But thank you for sharing with me. Given what you've said, I doubt I would have found the truth anywhere else." his smile fades "Though this talk of Magic leaves me with much to think on." He could still envisage the word after uncovering it in the courtyard. It had felt clearing the clay from a Katana after it's quenching. So much of the blade covered by the mask, but once removed, the patterns practically dancing along it's length. It sat even now in the back of his head with a strange, almost stark clarity. With some regret, he turned his thoughts to other matters. There would be time enough to contemplate his own being later. "Thank you again, Tisuri-sama. AS I've said, you've given me much to contemplate, but for now there is still much to talk about." his head turns slightly, focus now on Rin. "I cann't help but feel that you may be more right than you know, Rin-san. While you and Zoyu-san were otherwise engaged, we came across something somewhat alarming." he reaches down to the satchel that has been sitting beside him up till now. Reaching inside, he sets out a small pile of scrolls and an object slightly larger than a dinner plate, wrapped in cloth. He lays a hand over the scrolls "The Scrolls that the Moon cultists leader was carrying on him. They're done in a cypher, but Kageko-san said she recognises it enough to, while unable to translate, is at least able to say where it is from. Apparently it is the same style of Cypher that is used by the Isawa school of Shugenja, within the Phoenix. Not surprising, but it does confirm Yasuki-san's ledger, which claimed to have sold the Masks to one Isawa Orimono. In and of itself, that's not particularly worrisome, if they were planning to enchant them upon arrival. The issue occurs when the caravan that was carrying the Masks was raided before it could arrive and was taken into the Custody of the Scorpion we have all had such pleasure dealing with tonight. Given the lengths that Orimono was willing to go to to get the masks back, we can probably safely assume that they were enchanted already. Which means that someone, somewhere, is set up with enough capabilities that they were able to send entire crates of the wretched things. And Kami only knows how far that rot extends. On top of this, we have the Scorpion resorting to crudely replicated Maho in order to Summon an Oni in order to hunt down and retrieve the masks that the Moon cultists were demanding back from them." he takes a sip from his now cooling tea, grimacing in distaste. "So, with all of these things, I am afraid that I must be once again be the bearer of ill tidings, Zoyu-san. But our work here may not be nearly as done as we may wish. Arguably the easiest, we will need to talk to the Scorpion and find out where they acquired that Maho from and follow up there as much as possible. Secondly: Orimono was an Isawa. Just by dint of his family, his connections will need to be looked into, to see if he might have spread his corruption among the clan. Third: the Caravan that was originally holding the masks. If this is to be pursued, we need to know who it was that owned it and sent it. The Yasuki at least seem guilty of nothing more than being a Merchant, thought she seems to have paid the price, if my suspicions of the identity of the corpse in the moon cultist house is correct. This seems to be much more than a single isolated incident, this looks coordinated beyond what a single cell would be capable of. This being said, there is one thing of a more immediate concern." he pushes the wrapped package closer to the centre of the table, and gingerly flips open the wrapping to reveal the mask "It was among Orimono's scrolls. Tisuri-sama didn't smash it and I was somewhat apprehensive of trying to destroy it myself in the face of that, not knowing what it was or how it was activated. For all I know, it could be holding something horrible inside and destroying it would only send us chasing yet another monster through the city. I was hoping the Shugenja could take a proper look at it, and at least see if they can figure out if it can safely be destroyed. Something needs to be done about it, though. It radiates Maho and I desire it gone as soon as possible."
  7. Keiko glanced back at him and grinned widely, then wiggled her fingers at him in a wave. "Hi, Sebastian Stone," she singsonged with a giggle. "I'm Keiko. Nice to meeeeeeet you. Need a place to sit?" She patted a chair next to her. It was incredibly fun to have such a ginormous guy so vulnerable, and Keiko couldn't help but milk it a bit. She wasn't really prowling for a boyfriend or anything, but flirting with this Sebastian guy was just too entertaining to pass up. And hey, it's not like he WASN'T handsome or anything. He might even be fun to hang out with once he got more comfortable.
  8. Yesterday
  9. With the waves of students interacting, moving and flowing around, Curtis remained an atoll of inactivity. But it was making him feel, against his will, a bit awkward. Still, he simply looked around... until he saw something lovely. Very very lovely. It wasn't the girl, Curtis not being concerned with hormonal influences, but the crystal she wore on a neck chain. It was... rare, probably. In truth, Curtis was quite sure there wasn't anything like it. Was it perhaps, a piece of the notorious viridian gems, found only in the Atlas Mountains and one of the few positive opportunities Curtis knew as available here? Well, this he could approach for. Na'Atem turned, to find a blond, glasses-wearing boy coming up to her. "Your crystal. It's rather unique. What is it?"
  10. It was a strange feeling, this young Japa-, Chi, Kore... Asian girl touch him with no concern for his personal space. She was blind so he didn't really mind, but even the touchy feely girls he knew back home didn't grope his face, they usually latched onto one of his arms. Anyway one sliced it, it was weird to have someone feel up your face. He couldn't see he minded it, but his cheeks flushed with color when she called him handsome, and not just handsome to him, but well within earshot of everyone around them. He wasn't one to be self absorbed, but he knew there was something about him that the ladies back home really liked. He was polite, kind, respectful, fit, and he supposed he was handsome... but they never said it when there were thirty other people around to hear it. "No hero, miss," He said, with a polite chuckle. "Just doing the right thing. We teens have a habit of paying more attention to ourselves than the world around us. Oh, uh, I'm Stone, by the way. Sebastian Stone. Came here from Montana..." He really had no ice breakers aside from that. Like a double idiot he extended his hand to her as she took her seat and after a moment he remembered she was blind and, embarrassed, retracted it slowly while looking about to see if anyone just noticed that. He wiped his palm on his thigh ad awkwardly looked around, slightly nervous.
  11. Na'Atem gathered her things as her adoptive parents watched from the doorway of her room. She did not own much, just some clothing, mostly hand me downs from her adoptive sister, Rebecca, along with some thrift store finds, and a handful of nick knacks, a few books and a tablet. Even though the Evermores had welcomed her into their home, and lived just a short way from the campus, Na'Atem still felt... uncomfortable? It might not the be right word, but it was vaguely close. She was thankful for all they had done for her, and even took their surname as a token of her gratitude and respect, but she did not want to feel like she was imposing. "Are you sure you want to do this? You know you don't have to live on campus." Mrs. Evermore said as she walked over and folded some of Na'Atem's clothes, if for no other reason than slow down her packing a bit. Na'Atem stood there and looked down at her bag, sighing softly. "I know I don't have to. It is just... You took me in and showed me such kindness and patience. You have all taught me so much about this world, but I just... I have always felt like I was... imposing. I believe that is the right word. And not because of anything you have ever done either. I know it is me. My.. issue." she said, searching for a word again. "The loss... of my..." she said, chocking up slightly, but trying to keep herself composed, almost stoic. "This might not be where you are from, and we might not have given birth to you..." Mr. Ever more chimed in with a soft, compassionate smile, resting his hand on her shoulder. "..but you will always have a home, and a family, right here with us." Mrs. Evermore said, finishing her husband's sentiment as she gave Na'Atem a hug, along with her husband. Na'Atem closed her eyes and hugged back, a small, almost sad smile on her face. These people did not know her at all, and yet unequivocally made her part of their family. And she had to admit, it felt good to feel such unconditional love. She enjoyed the group hug for several moments and then nodded slowly. "I know. And I could never thank you enough. Truly." she said, looking them in the eyes, as she fought back tears herself. "I will be... home... often." she assured them, taking a small comfort in the use of that word. "And there will be holidays and breaks and such things. And I will just be right there." she said, pointing out the window toward the campus off in the distance. Her adoptive parents nodded, each giving her a kiss on the forehead, a gesture that carried a different meaning in this world, but one she still felt appropriate. Though she had privately questioned Dragoneye's wisdom in the beginning by placing her with the Evermores, her doubts had long since faded. "Here Mu-... Autumn. Uh, you can have this." Rebecca said as she held out a mp3 player with a set of earbuds wrapped around it. "It's my old one, but it's still good. And I put on a bunch of that music that you like." she added. Na'Atem looked down at the device and reached out for it, grasping Rebecca's hand and pulling her close, into a hug. "You're just going to school. It's not Antarctica. Jeez!" Rebecca said, once again assuming her semi-aloof, standoff-ish demeanor as she pushed Na'Atem away. "I know. But it is still very kind of you." Na'Atem replied with a smile, taking the player. "Sometimes it is like you are from another world." Rebecca jabbed, rolling her eyes as she turned and walked out of the room. Na'Atem said her goodbyes, assuring her adoptive parents that she would see them very soon as Mr. Evermore pulled her the simple, army surplus duffel bag she had packed out of the trunk. "Want me to carry it for you? You have your room assignment, right?" he offered. "I have it, but it is okay. I will be fine." Na'Atem replied with a smile, taking the bag from him while giving a one armed hug. "Okay. Have good day at school." he said, giving her a kiss on the head before slipping back into the car. Na'Atem turned around and took in the campus from where she stood. She began walking toward the crowd, but even among all of the other students she stood out, looking around almost as if she were lost, or at the very least out of place. Na'Atem was dressed casually, a simple, short sleeve striped top, jeans and sandals, with the surplus duffel over her shoulder with. Around her neck, on a small chain was a chunk of stone or crystal that she rubbed idly as she looked around with her dark eyes. She had dark brown/black hair and though she looked, in the broadest sense of the word, 'Asian', it was difficult to nail down her nationality, as from different angles she looked Chinese, Japanese, Korean and even Polynesian. It gave her something of an alluring, exotic look, but it was mostly countered at the moment by the lost look in her eyes. Still somewhat uncertain of the customs of the first day of school, she decided to try and stay somewhat out of the way, but could not help but notice the other students around her, such as the blind, Japanese girl who move with such ease, and the hunky young man clearing the way for her, or the Chinese girl nearly colliding with another young man, who seemed to move with great reflexive speed.
  12. AT THE BALL Abel and Sean with the rest of the team left at the ball found Ms Sissiano and filled her in on the details as much as they could and their plans to return to the base after quietly exiting the Ball so as not to draw attention any more than they had already that night. As they were making there way to sneaking out Lilly felt a hand on her arm. She stopped and looked at Sandy who had grabbed her gently. “I think the world can spare you for one more dance what do you say?” The strains of a popular love song was starting to drift out from the hundred or so phones. Lilly nodded and let Sandy lead her onto the dance floor. Seeing Lilly and Sandy on the dance floor Sara grabbed Sean's hand and without a world pulled her onto the floor and into a tight embrace. Kia smiled at Abel coyly and he smiled right back and soon all of the team was once again dancing while around them the world threatened to spin out of control. IN SPACE Laurie and Devin, who was still carrying an unresponsive Clare , searched through the large observation deck that Devin was calling it. They had started their search back at the wall that Laurie had said she had come through but they could find no door like she described, in fact they could find nothing but wall and floor. There were no chairs no consoles nothing at all. Over all the deck was about as long as a couple of football fields and about half as wide as that. It was a lot of ground to cover. Outside the window a new disc was becoming visible, rapidly growing as the search for some clue or exit. “I think that's Saturn.” Laurie said dryly as she stopped and stretched her back. “I wish Sean were here she would know what to do.” “I wish Clare would wake up , I'm getting tired of carrying her.” Replied Devin his attempt at humor falling flat. Neither of them laughed. Devin looked over at Laurie and gave her his best confidence building smile. “Dont worry Laurie we'll … What the hell is that?” Devin had seen something when he looked over Laurie's shoulder, she spun to look. “Oh no....” In the distance about 50 yards a way was a glowing disc it was roughly 6 meters in diameter and about a half meter off the deck. The disc spun rapidly one side silver the other black. Laurie recognized it from the descriptions Sean and Sara had made of them when they had told their stories. “It's a portal, Dev, like the ones Sean say the aliens use” She whispered as fear took hold of her heart.
  13. I you manage to commandeer a space ship and get us home, you are so totally entitled in keeping it.
  14. Averting her eyes, her blush deepening, Qi nodded rapidity. "Thank you very much Rick, I will." She continued standing fidgeting nervously, not knowing what to do next, looking around at everyone else and everywhere else but at Rick.
  15. Rick smiled. "It's Nice to meet you Connie. This city's pretty great. I've lived here with My mother for the last ten years, and I can tell you this, you'll never be bored here. He shook her hand and released her. "That's pretty cool about your dad. He must be pretty awesome to be involved with an exchange program like that. I bet he certainly has a different perspective on policework being from China compared to what's most common here stateside." He was curious and wanted to know more, but she already seemed sorta uncomfortable, so he just let it go. "I've heard some pretty cool things about China, but I've never been outside North America myself. I'm guessing you've got alot of things to get used to that are different. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me."
  16. Qi stared at the out stretched hand and then up at the very not Chinese face. Her own face heated under the gaze of those intense blue eyes. "Um Hello Rick...I am Q...uh, Connie Lui. I am new here in Emerald City and America. My father Paul Lui, who is a police Detective, is here on an exchange program." She said with barely no accent at all. To Rick it sounded like she were reciting a note card. "We are from China." She smiled at him and finally took his hand and gave it a firm shake.
  17. Rick had been looking at the pink haired girl's arrival and totally missed the young asian woman in his path, Still he turned back in just enough time to see the imminent collision, and reached out to keep her from falling purely out of reflex, managing to grab her arm. This really seemed to surprise her, and when she stared at him and questioned him, he released her arm. "Sorry about that, i wasn't looking where I was going. Old habits die hard." He gave her a warm, friendly enough smile. "As to how i did that, I just reacted, I didn't want you to fall because of my mistake. Still, it doesn't look liked you needed it. You've got some great reflexes yourself." He held out his right hand to her and nodded. "I'm Rick. I take it that you're also a new student here at the academy?"
  18. If I manage to commandeer a space ship I'm sooooo keeping it. Calling dibs now!
  19. Abel has already made the suggestion to begin getting ready to leave, albeit quietly,
  20. Showers and hot water...this was heaven and the thing she most enjoyed about America. So far at least. Qi finished dressing and looked at her self in the mirror. Getting used to these clothes was more difficult they were so tight and restricting. Not good for fighting at all. She had been living on campus for the last two days after Po, the monk pretending to be her father, suggested that she live in the dorm instead of with him at the small house that had been rented for them. “I just thing that it will give you a better understanding of the western mind to live with fellow students your own age,” he had explained. “It will also allow me to do my investigating without having to be here when you are not at school. I think it will be best.” Qi could not argue and would not even if she had had a reason. Po was her Guardian sent with her by Master Chao to oversee this part of her training. She still wasn't sure what it was she was supposed to be learning here, but it was time. Qi walked across the campus to the orientation area, she passed many people none of whom paid her the least attention. Arriving at the Quad Qi saw the assembled mass of young people milling and talking and it was all very overwhelming the volume was considerable. Her first instinct was to retreat maybe go to the rock garden where she had done her morning exercises... after all no one would miss her no one knew her. Then she spied the young blind girl and the huge muscled boy helping clear the way for her., Something about the way the girl moved.. then the pink haired girl from out of a modeling catalog stepped in front of her cutting off her view of the blind girl though she could still see the boy due to his height. Qi frowned and turned to head to the garden and almost collided another boy. This one was walking rapidly and had been watching the model and had not seen her until they almost collided. He saw her at the last moment and reached to stop her from falling but she had already twisted out of the way avoiding the collision. Still to her amazement the boy had caught her arm. Qi's eyes went wide as she stared at the hand holding her bicep. No one had ever managed grabbed onto her before, not since she had been a little child. “ did you do that?”
  21. I figure the main group will update Grace Sisiano on the situation, and through her Guardian Shield. If the Project has picked up anything on their end that might lead them to Laurie and Devin, then Sean at least will leave the Ball to go look into it. If they don't have anything that seems likely to help immediately, then I suppose she'll suggest they stick around so as not to cause any more disturbances, though she'll still privately fret - unless anyone else has a better idea (or if super smart Sean has a better idea than I do ) I suppose Laurie, Devin, and Comatose Barbie will explore what they can on the ship(?). See if they can find out how they got there or if they can find a way back or someway to send a message.
  22. ok for me to proceed I need to know what the main group is going to do. you can either tell me in here ooc and i'll post it or make a post in character in the thread. but lets not bog things down.
  23. "I don... Mr. Spencer... he said to try, so I saw the fire and thought it would be faster than anything else. I mean, the faster the fire is put out, the less danger there is to people and property, and I don't want anybody to get hurt. So I tried, like he encouraged, and... put it out. It was, like, I don't know, reflex I guess." she said to Kaitlin as her eyes drifted to the trashcan and then to her own hands. "That is the first magic I have ever done. Honest!" Siobhan said, holding up a hand in a 'scouts honor' position. "I mean, I guess the healing might be magic, but I just kind of do it. It's not like, an incantation or anything. I don't even need to really think about it. And the plant and animal stuff, I don't even do that. They just like me, or whatever." she explained. After a momentary pause Siobhan asked, "Is that like.. I mean.. You do stuff like that a lot? Magic I mean. Like daily?" she asked.
  24. Kaitlin was waiting expectantly for Safyre's answer - though mostly expecting a cutting remark - when something in the wastebasket suddenly caught fire. She stared like everyone else for a moment at the too rapidly rising flames before dashing towards the front door with swift, smooth loping strides and flinging it open. But she had taken no more than three strides back, intending on punting the flaming wastebin right out the door with a strong, aimed kick, when Siobhan put out the fire with a blast of frost. Narrowing her amber eyes in suspicion, the athletic girl slowed her sprint with each step, coming to a stop, when she reached Siobhan and cautiously peeked into the wastebin, but in case there was still something smoldering and a remnant of magical napalm waiting to flare up or something. Finding nothing untoward except for a lingering burnt scent, Kaitlin slid her gaze towards the bewildered girl. "Did you just say you didn't know any magic?" Kaitlin questioned in dry accusation. She nodded down at the wastebin, the frost already beginning to evaporate, the beads of water sliding down the sides. "Then what the hell was that?"
  25. Last week
  26. Goodbye, My Friend [Monday Meeting Notes] This is the blog post I never, ever, expected to have to write. My friend, Stewart Wieck, co-founder of White Wolf Magazine and White Wolf Game Studio, creator of Mage: The Ascension, and founder of Nocturnal Media, was finishing a light session of fencing last Thursday when he was struck down by a heart attack and died. Even writing the above, putting it into cold black and white words, just rips me apart. And frankly, that list up there of his accomplishments doesn’t even touch on the reality of the man, of his grace and kindness. It doesn’t speak of passion for writing, and creating, and learning. Of his dry wit and his silly side. Most of all, it doesn’t speak of the sort of man who can decide that he was going to create in a field he loved, tabletop RPGs (back when we just called them RPGs, as there were no others), and made it happen step by step while inspiring others to come to his side and storm the walls of heaven. Or the TSR castle at Gen Con, for those of you who remember that!     This looks suspiciously like Stew in a Gen Con ballroom.   I was one of those people, and in 1986, I sent in art in response to an ad Stew posted in Dragon Magazine looking for illustrators for his upstart White Wolf Magazine. We shared a love of comic books, genre fiction, and RPGs, but were really little alike. Except we both kept our commitments. I delivered the art, issue by issue as the circulation increased, and once Stew saw that I was going to do that with the same quality and regularity as he put forth in getting the writing in and the magazine out, he handed over the art direction duties to me as well. We had a bad spot when a marketing guy Stew had begun working with to propel the magazine into what was supposed to be a huge increase in circulation ran out with all the ad payments. I thought the magazine was over. But Stew went back to every advertiser and somehow convinced them to pay again so that the issue could be printed. I couldn’t have done it, but that was Stewart Wieck – he could explain what needed to happen, and he was so sincere and so obviously a good guy, that people would jump in to help. Without the magazine, Stew wouldn’t have been working closely with Lion Rampant when they were looking for a CEO to keep them rolling. I remember him calling and asking whether I thought he should accept their offer. I thought it was a no-brainer as he had “just graduated college, and a game company wants you to be their CEO? If you keep them afloat, you’re a hero – if you can’t, then nobody could have”. Stew went one step better, though, and became a partner with Mark Rein*Hagen instead of just the CEO. Oh, and part of the deal was to change the company name to White Wolf Game Studio. Also, Mark had this interesting idea for an RPG: something to do with playing a vampire…   Stewart and Mark in Stew’s office at WW.   Now, I say that kind of lightly, but the reality is that without Stewart adding both his creative talents (vampires being descended from Cain is just one of his contributions) and his head for business, it is entirely possible that Vampire: The Masquerade would never have been published. And beyond that, his wit and grace and patience provided a center to the WW creative team – a calm in the center of a storm of egos, passions, and crazed creative impulses that could have torn the young company apart. For years, Stew had the idea that I needed to come down to Atlanta and art direct the company, and for years I let him know that I would need a real salary that we both knew just wasn’t possible. I had a little girl I was raising by myself, and was working a full-time job, and teaching, and doing freelance work, of which WW was my biggest client. In December of 1991, he called me up, and the first thing out of his mouth was, “Rich, we can do it. Vampire is huge, we are reprinting it as fast as it is selling out, and next year it’s time to bring you down here.” Which was great, except, like I said, I was raising my little girl by myself, I had a house and dogs, and all of my support systems were where we were. As well as a girlfriend that I had been dating for only a month. To put it bluntly, I was scared shitless. But I trusted Stewart Wieck. He had never let me down. He told me it would be OK. We were in ATL and I was in charge of all WW visuals and production in May of ’92.   Keith Winkler, Stew, Ken Cliffe and his chest, Steve Wieck, and me at a WW company retreat.   White Wolf grew, exploded really, and Stew was not just riding herd on all of the expanding crew, he was creating the third game in the World of Darkness, Mage: The Ascension. A game where you change the world by exerting your will and beliefs upon it. Go figure that’s what this guy would come up with. With three wildly successful games powering the company, and his equally creative and business-savvy brother Steve brought on as CEO, Stewart decided to pursue his dream of WW also being a fiction publishing house. New fiction work for our RPG lines, and also new experimental offerings that might not have been published by the mainstream houses. And my favorite part, republishing the giants that he and I had read so avidly in our early years. Fritz Liebers’s Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser stories, the legendary Harlan Ellison, and the ultimate delight of working with Michael Moorcock and republishing his Eternal Champion novels, including the legendary Elric. Also known as the White Wolf. We had come full circle. Always, it was Stew who made the deals possible. Stew who juggled what could be done with what needed to be done, and who any of us could go to for a calming talk when things got too crazy. I certainly did!     But nothing lasts forever. Working with writers took up time for writing. And if anybody deserved a chance to recover their personal Muse, it was Stew. He was still connected to WW and working on projects, still always, always, available to talk over phone or email (we would have loved Skype then), but he stepped back from the day to day struggles. Until, several years ago, he was back! Back with Nocturnal Media, a new company he founded. We immediately went in together on buying the Scarred Lands property from CCP as we had both helped create it back in the day and wanted to team-up again like we had done so many times. And the Stew who could pull publishing deals together returned as well, as both older creators and younger became part of Nocturnal‘s creative circle. This year at Gen Con, he and I were looking forward to sharing our booth space, our respective companies shoulder to shoulder, he and I shoulder to shoulder once again. But it was not to be. Over the years, Stew and I exchanged so many messages. Emails and letters and packages. But most importantly, for years and years he’d send me a message on the anniversary of my first wife’s death, just to let me know he remembered. He always signed them, “Your friend, Stewart Wieck”. Goodbye, my friend.         BLURBS!   KICKSTARTER! Dark Eras 2 goes live Thursday, July 6th at noon Eastern US time! Once again, help us decide on which Eras and which game-lines should fill up this Prestige Edition book!     ON SALE! ON AMAZON:   We’re delighted to announce the opening of our ebook store on Amazon! You can now read our fiction from the comfort and convenience of your Kindle. Our initial selection includes these fiction anthologies: Vampire: the Masquerade‘s Endless Ages, Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Rites of Renown: When Will You Rage 2, Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Truth Beyond Paradox, Chronicles of Darkness‘ God Machine Chronicle, Mummy: The Curse‘s Curse of the Blue Nile, and Beast: The Primordial‘s The Primordial Feast! And now you can get these books in the Barnes and Noble Nook store too! Vampire: The Masquerade: The Endless Ages Anthology Werewolf: The Apocalypse: Rites of Renown: When Will You Rage II Mage: The Ascension: Truth Beyond Paradox Chronicles of Darkness: The God-Machine Chronicle Anthology Mummy: The Curse: Curse of the Blue Nile Beast: The Primordial: The Primordial Feast Anthology   And here are six more fiction books: Vampire: The Masquerade: Of Predators and Prey: The Hunters Hunted II Anthology Werewolf: The Apocalypse: The Poison Tree Werewolf: The Apocalypse: Songs of the Sun and Moon: Tales of the Changing Breeds Vampire: The Requiem: The Strix Chronicle Anthology Werewolf: The Forsaken: The Idigam Chronicle Anthology Mage: The Awakening: The Fallen World Chronicle Anthology       Looking for our Deluxe or Prestige Edition books? Here’s the link to the press release we put out about how Onyx Path is now selling through Indie Press Revolution: You can now order wave 2 of our Deluxe and Prestige print overrun books, including Deluxe Mage 20th Anniversary, and Deluxe V20 Dark Ages! And Screens…so many Screens!     ON DRIVETHRURPG.COM: From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Requiem for Regina (Vampire: The Requiem Elizabethan London 1593). We have shared the world with monsters for millennia. In Elizabeth’s London, vampires built their own empire brick by bloody brick while Elizabeth I cemented her grip on newly Protestant England. Carefully balancing demands from those with Catholic and Lutheran sympathies, she forged a police state. Yet London emerged as a thriving cultural center, and from the crucible emerged a Kindred society forever changed. On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions Wednesday on DTRPG!       What dark secrets do the eldest vampires hold? Find out in Thousand Years of Night for Vampire: The Requiem! Advance PDF version available now on You may think that with a multitude of people coming, going, dying and running away, we’d be tired, done, or ready to give up. Instead, I find myself restless, looking for the next thing. There’s always a next thing, and I for one am not yet ready to die. – Elder Kincaid, Daeva Crone This book includes: • Detailed instructions on creating elder vampires, including how to base chronicles around them • A look into the lives of elders, how they spend their nights, who they work with, and why including their roles in both their clans and covenants • New Devotions, Merits, and Rituals for elder vampires • The kinds of creatures that pose a threat to elder vampires, including Inamorata, Lamia, Sons of Phobos, a new elder conspiracy, and more       From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: To The Strongest (Mage Death of Alexander 330-320 BCE). In the rise and fall of Alexander the Great’s Empire, armies marched and cultures clashed. In the birth pangs of Hellenistic civilization, Awakened sorcerers all over the ancient world met, fought, and joined together. In the chaos of Alexander’s assassination and the wars that followed, Cults became Orders amid conflicts still burning in the present day. On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!   From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Three Kingdoms of Darkness (Changeling and Geist China 220-280). Famine weakens the empire, and war splits it apart. It is an age of ambition and strife, where the hungry dead walk the earth in great numbers, and the Lost must rely on their own kingdoms. Warlords and commoners, ghost-speakers and orphans — who truly serves the Mandate of Heaven? On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!     From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: The Wolf and the Raven (Werewolf and Geist Vikings 700-1100). The Viking expansion across Europe comes at a pivotal time in history, as new faiths rose to challenge the old and new ways threatened to sweep ancient tradition aside. The Forsaken sail with raiders and explorers, seeking new lands to claim and new spirits to conquer, while Sin-Eaters walk the battlefields bringing the honored dead to their final rewards. The world grows larger and more dangerous by the day, but there are great rewards for those brave enough to fight for them. On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!       Curated by Matthew McFarland, developer of Changeling: the Dreaming Twentieth Anniversary Edition and featuring authors such as Myranda Kalis, Wren Handman, and Peter Woodworth, this C20 Anthology of Dreams is on sale in electronic/PDF and physical copy PoD formats on! We dream, and we tell stories. We dream of love and the sort of person who might complete us. We dream of horror and wake breathless. We dream of magic, of flying through the air, or breathing underwater. We dream of fantastic vistas and amazing monsters. We dream, and then we wake, and we tell stories. Our dreams create the Kithain, the changelings. Our stories are sustenance.     Now on DTRPG, the EX3 Tomb of Dreams Jumpstart PDF/PoD jumps up for sale! Once, in the time before the gods forgot their names, when the world was flat and floated on a sea of chaos, there was an age of gleaming cities, untamed wilderness, enlightened devils, greedy spirits, and mighty heroes. This was the age of the Exalted, champions empowered by the highest of gods. Tomb of Dreams will jumpstart your group’s Exalted game—all you need to start playing Exalted Third Edition is this book, pencils, and 10-sided dice. Included here are the game’s core rules, five pregenerated characters, and a self-contained scenario that can start a new campaign or that Storytellers can use in an ongoing chronicle. And for groups that already have the Exalted Third Edition main rulebook, Tomb of Dreams will serve as an introduction for new players and a quick reference during play—anyone intimidated by that prodigious volume need only read Part 1 of this book to get started. What legends will they tell of your deeds?         Sailing out of the dark, the V20 Dark Ages Companion Advance PDF is now on sale on! Travel the long roads and deep seas in search of power and experience danger, or tackle the wilderness to hunt monsters and face death. Settlements large and small dot the black expanse with the promise of sanctuary, life, and community. These bastions of civilization present cold comfort, when playing host to vampire warlords and sadistic Cainite faiths. Whether led by a Prince, a coordinated belief, or hounded by monsters from without and within — no domain is truly the same as another. Dark Ages Companion includes: • Domains scattered across the world, from small fiefdoms to massive cities. Bath, Bjarkarey, Constantinople, Rome, Mogadishu, and Mangaluru each receive coverage. • Apocrypha including plot hooks, new Paths, and mysteries to explore in your games. • A how-to guide on building a domain within your chronicle, including events and servants necessary to make a domain as functional or dysfunctional as you wish. • A study on warfare in the Dark Ages period, so combat in your chronicles can gain authenticity and lethality.         Bill Bridge’s new W20 novel, The Song of Unmaking, is on sale in PDF/ePub/PoD versions on and in ebook form on Amazon: ! The fabric of reality is cracking. Fissures appear in thin air, glowing with balefire. Something is scratching on the other side, pressing, beginning to break through…. The Wyrm’s corruption finds its way into the hearts of humans and Garou alike. Even an ultra-rational techno-cratic scientist can fall sway to its lies. Channeling his hate and resentment through the most sophisticated machine ever created, Basil Czajka has turned a tool designed to peer deep into the heart of the quantum universe into a nursery for the hatching of a horror — a creature whose birth cry is destined to unmake Gaia’s Song of Creation. The only ones standing in his way are One-Song, a broken-down old Theurge, and Lord Albrecht, whose heed-less anger might be the very weapon the enemy needs to crack the egg and free the Unmaker.     The Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras Companion has arrived in PDF and PoD physical book versions at! The Dark Eras Companion presents eleven new Eras for the Chronicles of Darkness. Stretching from Ancient Rome and Egypt through the Black Death, the Thirty Years War, the Reconstruction, and the Russian Revolution, the Companion showcases even more of the secret history of this eldritch world. Included in each era are “snapshots” of the various supernatural creatures, including vampires, changelings, mummies, and demons. Also included are lists of inspirational media to help you put these Eras in context for your troupe. Open the Dark Eras Companion and take another look back in time.         CONVENTIONS! Discussing GenCon plans. August 17th – 20th, Indianapolis. Every chance the booth will actually be 20? x 30? this year that we’ll be sharing with friends. We’re looking at new displays this year, like a back drop and magazine racks for the brochure(s). In November, we’ll be at Game Hole Con in Madison, WI. More news as we have it, and here’s their website:       And now, the new project status updates!     DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM ROLLICKING ROSE (projects in bold have changed status since last week): First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep) Exalted 3rd Novel by Matt Forbeck (Exalted 3rd Edition) Trinity Continuum: Aeon Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum) M20 Gods and Monsters (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition) M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition) C20 Novel (Jackie Cassada) (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition) The Realm (Exalted 3rd Edition) Dragon-Blooded (Exalted 3rd Edition) C20 Ready Made Characters (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)   Redlines Kithbook Boggans (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition) DtD Night Horrors: Enemy Action (Demon: the Descent) Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)   Second Draft WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness) Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire) Ex Novel 2 (Aaron Rosenberg) (Exalted 3rd Edition)   Development Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition) SL Ring of Spiragos (Pathfinder – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition) Ring of Spiragos (5e – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition) Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition, featuring the Huntsmen Chronicle (Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition) M20 Cookbook (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition) Pugmire Pan’s Guide for New Pioneers (Pugmire) Scion: Origins (Scion 2nd Edition) Scion: Hero (Scion 2nd Edition) Trinity Continuum Core Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum) GtS Geist 2e core (Geist: the Sin-Eaters Second Edition)   WW Manuscript Approval:   Editing: Wraith: the Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition Book of Freeholds (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition) BtP Beast Player’s Guide (Beast: the Primordial) W20 Changing Ways (Werewolf: the Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition) VtR Half-Damned (Vampire: the Requiem 2nd Edition) V20 Dark Ages Jumpstart (Vampire: the Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition)   Post-Editing Development: Arms of the Chosen (Exalted 3rd Edition)     Indexing: Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)     ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE: In Art Direction Beckett’s Jyhad Diary W20 Pentex Employee Indoctrination Handbook Cavaliers of Mars Wraith 20 W20 Changing Ways Ex3 Monthly Stuff Storypath Brochure VDA Jumpstart Scion Origins Ring of Spiragos Ex 3 Arms of the Chosen – Sketches coming in. Beast PG – AD’d and contracted. VtR Half Damned – getting artists lined up   Marketing Stuff   In Layout M20 Art Book – In progress… Prince’s Gambit – New Cards out for playtesting Gen Con Stuff – 2017 Brochure and 2017 Storypath Brochure C20 Jumpstart   Proofing CtL Huntsmen Chronicle Anthology   At Press Beckett Screen – Shipped to shipper. Pugmire – Shipping to fulfillment shipper. Pugmire Screen – Shipping to fulfillment shipper. Pugmire Cards & Dice – Shipping to fulfillment shipper. Wise and the Wicked PF & 5e – Printing. Dagger of Spiragos (5e) – Out to backers. Dagger of Spiragos (PF) – Out to backers. V20 Dark Ages Companion – PoD proofs coming. BtP Building a Legend – Files uploaded and processing. Monarchies of Mau Early Access – PoD proofs ordered. Dark Eras: Requiem for Regina – PDF and PoD on sale this Wednesday on DTRPG. Dark Eras: Lily Sabre and Thorn – PoD files uploading. M20 Book of Secrets – Errata ending this week. VTR: Thousand Years of Night – Advance PDF on sales on DTRPG, gathering errata.       TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE: To absent friends. Onyx Path
  27. For a perilous moment Safyre was looking back at Kaitlin, not quite knowing what to say. And then the wastebin caught on fire. Startled, she'd turned to look at it, taking a reflexive step back. The flames were intense and eager...probably fueled as much by magic as anything mundane. Someone had gotten mad and didn't have control, was her guess. "Hopeless." Then she took her things and stalked out of the room before they accidentally shattered time or unleashed carnivorous bunyips or did some other thing she wanted no part of.
  28. Siobahn's beautiful blue eyes went wide at the sight of the fire in the trashcan. "Ahh!" she squeaked unintentionally. She flung her hands out toward the trashcan, sending a wave of chilled air across the room at it, which hit the can and extinguished the fire with a hiss, leaving the rim of the can coated with visible frost. She blinked and stared at the can, and then her hands, and back at the can before cautiously approaching the can, as if a monster were going to leap out at her, and peeked inside. "What the..? How..? Huh?" she said, more to herself than anybody else, confused at what she just did.
  29. Son of two powerful heroes, Great things were always expected from Richard Reynes. His Father was famed paragon of justice Miles "Flying Fortress" Reynes, and his mother the dynamic speedster and martial artist Jeanne "Stryker" Coudeaux. With his Father dying within a month of his birth, Richard never knew him, and he's been raised by his mother. As with many children of heroes, Richard gained powers from both parents, His father's incredible natural durability, and flight, his mother's speed, unfortunately, to achieve the limits of his power, he has to make a choice to be strong, or fast, he can't manage to balance the two sides of his power. [Rick's parentage and the nature of his powers aren't public, In public, his mother has him call her his aunt] attributes strength 4 Agility 4 Fighting 5 Dexterity 4 Awareness 1 Stamina 8 Intellect 0 Presence 1 Powers Immunity 10 life support "All For One" Speed 12 wallcrawling 2 waterwalking 1 Damage 1 multiattack area ( 8000 mph) alternate power 1 Flight 9 (1000 mph) alternate power 2 enhanced strength 4 powerlifting 6 leaping 4 Supersenses 1 Infrared vision Skills Atheletics 4 Expertise 4 Academics Perception 3 Insight 3 Ranged combat (throwing) 4 persuasion 3 Close Combat 3(unarmed) advantages Move by action eidetic memory Fearless Benefit- Ambidexterity Judo improved grab, fast grab, Improved hold, improved trip Saves Fortitude 8 Toughness 8 Parry 8 Dodge 8 Will 8 Initiative 24 (4) Richard Reynes is a young man burdened with the great expectations of others. Entering his first year at the school, he comes in not as a normal student, but one with two famous parents. His Father was Flying Fortress, one of the better known East Coast Paragon class heroes. His mother is the Blindingly fast Female Martial Artist Stryker. After his father was killed while Richard was an infant, his mother largely retired from the public eye to see to it that her son was better prepared for being a hero, though he did still go to school as a regular student, his powers not manifesting until He was thirteen. Even up to that point, his Mother constantly trained him. He did possess his father's natural endurance and resiliency, which is largely what let him endure the life he lead, as his mother wasn't particularly gentle. Still, she definitely meant well. Appearance- Richard is A tall, if somewhat thin young man with bright blue eyes and a great body, thanks in part to good genes and rigorous training. Personality- Despite growing up with his mother's training, her constant pushing to be better, to be more, Richard isn't so Hardcore into it that he doesn't enjoy other things. He's quick to smile and generally a nice guy. He doesn't back down when a situation gets tough, but he's not some stupid lunk who'll rush headlong into a situation he can't win. He enjoys being part of a team, and while most would expect a Paragon to practically demand to be the center of attention, He does his best work alongside others. Powers- In his natural state, Richard, or Rick as he likes to be called, possesses superhuman toughness and superhuman speed, a fair blend of his parent's superhuman abilities. However, He did manifest another powerful ability, which allows him access to powers most paragons have naturally. Sacrificing his phenomenal speed, He can exponentially increase his physical strength, Or conversely convert his enhanced motor skills into effortless supersonic flight. The fact that he cannot balance the powers has lead to him calling the power "All for One." The changes were rather jarring at first, but with time, he's learned to make the switch in "modes" effortlessly. Secretly, he rather likes the power like that. It might seem weaker than others, but it makes him unique, and has taught him to be more judicious with his abilities. His other large ability seems to be his invulnerability to environmental changes, and his heat vision. While not some crazy laser death gaze, it is nice to be able to see in a spectrum aside visible light. After an encounter with another teenager with powers, it was discovered that he is also immune to any sort of fear inspiring effects, as the other teenager who now goes by the name Nightmare learned with great surprise. Due to years of training by his martial artist mother, Richard himself is very accomplished at hand to hand combat, whether using his strength, or his incredible natural speed to overwhelm foes not prepared to face someone who can change their mode of attack as needed. He's also a fair marksman with throwing weapons, thanks in part to his mother's training, and when talking about improvised projectiles, his general love of baseball.
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